God spent day of rest in Corn Borer, Indiana

July 27th, 2015 | Posted by jameswatkins in Uncategorized

God spent his day of rest in Corn Borer, Indiana! No signs of creativity here—no magnificent mountains, gorgeous gorges, or silvery seas—only plain plains sprouting corn and soybeans. (The highest elevation is town is the Hungry Hoosier convenience store’s speed bump.) Apparently when God rests, he rests!

Unlike God, I tend to “diesel” on my day off. (If you have a car that likes to sputter a couple seconds after you turn off the ignition, it’s said to be dieseling.) That’s what I do on Mondays. Even though I try to turn off my thoughts about work as a writer/speaker/editor, my brain keeps sputtering. I usually end up saying to myself, I’ll just download these thoughts into the computer and then be done with it. But one thing leads to another and before I know it, dieseling has turned to a wide-open throttle.

God’s rest is total and complete: “For all who have entered into God’s rest have rested from their labors, just as God did after creating the world (Hebrews 4:10).

I need to pull into the rest area after racing down the road of life, turn off the ignition and allow him to quiet all my sputtering. While I like to think that what I’m doing in life is pretty important, it pales in contrast to creating galaxies, planets, mountains, oceans, life of all kinds and even Corn Borer, Indiana. I need to trust Him that His world will continue turning without my help today!

My brain does diesel a bit, but when I study his Word and then take time to meditate on a key phrase—often repeating it until my brain stops dieseling—I begin to truly relax in His care. Ahhh!

Copyright © James N. Watkins.

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  • Linda M Au says:

    LOVE THIS. Keeping a personal Sabbath changed my life. I felt guilty at first, but now, knowing I will take that one day off from my labors keeps me chugging at full throttle the other six days. And it makes Mondays that much easier. By the end of the day on Sunday, I’m rarin’ to go again and excited about the new week ahead.

    I think it’s one of the Ten Commandments for a reason! God knows our physiology and our psychology better than we do.

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